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The Sound Beneath the Floor
When Lily Carter moved into 47 Pine Hollow Road, all she wanted was silence. After the burnout of big city journalism, the breakup, and a stress-induced panic attack in a supermarket, she needed space to breathe. The rental ad had promised: "Cozy, quiet, secluded — perfect for writing or resting."
By Imran Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Influence Code: Why The Most Powerful People Don’t Work Hard — They Work People
Imagine if success wasn’t about how hard you worked, how early you woke up, or how many books you read. What if the true game was happening in invisible rooms, whispered conversations, and backdoor deals? What if the world you see is just a stage — and real power belongs to those who know how to move people, not mountains?
By Umar Khattakabout a year ago in Fiction
What Happens to Your Body if You Walk Just 20 Minutes a Day, According to Doctors
Walking is one of the simplest, most accessible forms of exercise—yet many people underestimate its power. You don’t need intense workouts or expensive gym memberships to improve your health. In fact, research shows that walking for just 20 minutes a day can lead to remarkable changes in your body, from boosting heart health to enhancing mental well-being.
By Niranjon Chandra Royabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost Jungle of the Parrots
The Lost Jungle of the Parrots Long ago, hidden deep within the heart of the Amazon, there was a place untouched by man — a jungle so dense, so alive, and so vibrant that even the oldest maps didn’t mark it. The locals called it Selva Perdida — the Lost Jungle. Legends whispered of a mystical valley where parrots ruled the skies, intelligent and colorful, with voices that echoed the past and eyes that held ancient wisdom.
By Top stories about a year ago in Fiction
The Dork Magik
The Dork Magik The rain fell in a drizzle, the sky over New York that day was cloudy and melancholic. Emily sat by her apartment window, sipping from her coffee mug. Outside, people hurried along the streets with umbrellas over their heads, and the wet pavement glistened in the light. Emily's mood was as heavy as the weather. The monotonous office work, the city's clamor—everything combined to bring a kind of weariness to her. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Emily frowned. Who could be visiting in this rain? She opened the door and saw a peculiar man in his sixties standing there. Tall, thin, with disheveled white hair, and thick-rimmed glasses on his nose. He wore an old-fashioned suit and held a leather bag in his hand. "Excuse me," the man said in a broken voice, "may I come in for a bit? I'm getting soaked outside." Emily hesitated. A stranger, in this terrible weather... but she saw a kind of simplicity in the man's eyes. "Of course," she said, "come in." The man came inside and put down his bag. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, "my name is Elwyn Fingleton. I am a... collector." "A collector?" Emily was curious. "A collector of what?" Elwyn smiled faintly. "Of various things. But today I have come with something special—for you." Emily was surprised. "For me?" Elwyn opened his bag. From inside, he took out a small, wooden box. The box was old, with some indistinct designs carved on it. "This," Elwyn said, holding out the box to Emily, "I have come a long way to give to you as a gift." Emily took the box in her hands. The wood was smooth, and she felt a slight warmth in it. "But why? I don't even know you." "Perhaps not," Elwyn said, "but this box was waiting for you. Inside it is something that can change your life." With curiosity and a little hesitation, Emily opened the box. Inside was an old, leather-bound diary. The pages of the diary had turned yellow, and it contained some indistinct handwritten letters. "What is this?" Emily asked. "This is the secret diary of 'The Dork Magik'," Elwyn said. "Many years ago, there was a strange magician named Dork. He performed extraordinary magic with ordinary things. This diary contains his secret techniques." Emily laughed. "Magic? Are you serious?" "Absolutely," Elwyn said firmly. "But this magic is not like the usual kind. It will awaken the potential within you, guide you on a new path." Emily opened the diary and flipped through the pages. On the first page was written, "Believe in the wonder within yourself, the world will be in the palm of your hand." The following pages contained lists of strange things and the rules for their use. For example—turning luck with old buttons, dreaming with bird feathers, or increasing willpower with ordinary stones. Emily looked at Elwyn with a skeptical eye. "Do these things really work?" "If you believe," Elwyn replied. "Magic thrives on belief." Elwyn spoke with Emily for a while. He told her stories of the magician Dork, his strange life, and the mysteries he left behind. Then, suddenly, he stood up. "I must go now," Elwyn said. "Remember, 'Dork Magik' only works for those who can see its potential." Emily walked him to the door. Outside, it was still raining. Elwyn disappeared into the crowd as if he had suddenly vanished into thin air. Emily stood for a moment with the diary in her hand. Then, unable to suppress her curiosity, she opened the diary again. On one page, it was written—"Holding an old coin in your hand, look up at the sky and say your greatest wish three times. If your belief is strong, then that wish will be fulfilled." Emily took an old penny from the cupboard. Standing by the window, she looked up at the cloudy sky. A long-cherished wish stirred in her heart—to open her own small coffee shop. Away from the city's noise, in a quiet corner, where people could come and talk freely. She mentally said her wish three times. At first, she felt a little hesitant, but as she spoke, a strange kind of belief was born in her mind. In the following days, Emily was engrossed in her office work. The diary lay on the corner of her desk; she would occasionally flip through the pages but didn't pay much attention. One evening, on her way home from the office, Emily saw a "For Sale" sign hanging in front of an old coffee shop by the roadside. The shop was small, neat, and the surrounding environment was as peaceful as Emily had imagined. She stood in front of the shop with curiosity. In the dim light inside, some old-fashioned furniture could be seen. Suddenly, she remembered the old coin and the wish she had made while looking at the sky. Emily sighed. Was this just a coincidence? In the following weeks, Emily spoke with the owner of the coffee shop. Unexpectedly, the price was within her budget. Everything seemed to be happening according to her wish. Finally, Emily quit her job and bought the old coffee shop. She decorated the shop with her own hands and created the menu. She named it "The Dork Coffee Shop." On the first day of the shop's opening, Emily was a little nervous. But slowly, people started coming. Many of them liked the shop's peaceful atmosphere and Emily's warm hospitality. The coffee shop soon became a popular hangout spot in the city. One day, Emily was working behind the counter of her shop when she saw the peculiar old man, Elwyn Fingleton, at the door. "Oh, it's you!" Emily said in surprise. Elwyn smiled. "Good to see you, ma'am. Your shop seems to be doing well." "Yes," Emily said gratefully. "That diary you gave me... I think it had some magic in it." "Not magic," Elwyn said. "It was your inner belief. 'Dork Magik' is actually a way to recognize your inner potential and put it to use." Elwyn drank coffee and chatted with Emily for a while. Then he bid farewell again, disappearing into the crowd as mysteriously as before. Emily looked out the window. The rain had stopped, and the sky was clear. Sunlight shone all around. A deep peace filled her heart. She understood that Elwyn had not just given her a diary, but had taught her to believe in herself. And that was the real "Dork Magik."
By MD Mehedi Hasan fans of Alam Sir.about a year ago in Fiction
Mena-Raju and the Case of the Missing Ilish
Setting: In the quiet riverside village of Shonargram, life is simple. The morning breeze carries the call of the muezzin, fishermen cast nets in the river Padma, and children run barefoot through jute fields. But peace is often short-lived when Mena and Raju, the village’s most curious duo, are around.
By sadhin khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Boom of Solo Travel
What was earlier perceived as a risky or disconnected touring experience for persons, solo travel has become one of the fastest-growing tourist industries. Moving into 2025, solo travel is one of the popular options among travelers, particularly the women and Gen Z, who come in for a self-chosen interest, and no external pressure.
By Zulie Ranesabout a year ago in Fiction
